And Like A Passing Thought, She Fled

When Chill November's Surly Blast Made Fields And Forests Bare.

In Durance Vile 1here Must I Wake And Weep, And All My Frowsy Couch In Sorrow Steep.

Anticipation Forward Points The View.

Should Auld Acquaintance Be Forgot, And Never Brought To Min?

Then Gently Scan Your Brother Man, Still Gentler Sister Woman; Though They May Gang A Kennin' Wrang, To Step Aside Is Human.